Feeling frazzled by work in the salt mines and balancing it all with my creative life. Boring refrain of many of poor chump, I know.
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| Plotting a distress watercolor. With graphite and pearl cotton. |
But, fuck it. I can complain if I want to. If I need to.
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| A few stitched before work. |
Little time to write, stitch, paint, read, think.
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| The Eyes are waiting for me. |
Stealing time here and there to work on a project.
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| No time yet to stitch this drippy watercolor. |
Practice a stitch.
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| Experimenting with woven wheel stitch on watercolor. Didn't work. |
Fuck it.
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| Poking holes when I can't sleep. |
That's the way the fates played out for me.
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| Shipping Frame 11 for exhibition at the San Jose Museum of Textiles. |
Onward ho.